From a loser to an immortal sage

Chapter 248 Pet Integration: Xiao Yao's Perilous Journey

"Wait!" An old man in white robes appeared among us without us noticing. He had an air of otherworldly wisdom, with white hair and a youthful face.

“This young lady and her immortal pet, Zi Tong, are indeed destined for each other. Why not help them be together?” Elder Bai stroked his beard and looked at me with a smile.

The middle-aged man, Lingfeng, softened his tone upon seeing Elder Bai: "But Elder, this purple pupil..." "It's alright, rules are rules, but people are flexible." Elder Bai waved his hand, indicating that Lingfeng didn't need to say anything more.

I gave Elder Bai a grateful look, then carried Zi Tong away from the Fairy Pet Paradise.

After leaving the park, a huge weight was finally lifted from my shoulders.

He thought that what followed would be a sweet time with Zi Tong, but little did he know that this was just the beginning of his ordeal.

I happily took out the carefully prepared spirit fruit and handed it to Zi Tong, but it only glanced at it, turned its head away, and continued to play with the fur ball on its paw.

I tried to coax it patiently, but it acted as if it didn't hear me and completely ignored my presence.

"Purple Eyes, be good, eat some spirit fruit, it will be good for your growth," I said softly, and handed the spirit fruit to it again.

It finally reacted, but not in the way I expected.

It stretched out its claws and slapped the spirit fruit away, splashing its juice all over me. The air was filled with a sweet fruity fragrance, but I couldn't feel happy at all.

I took a deep breath and told myself to be patient, but what happened next made me completely lose my patience.

I took out a specially made training tool—a spirit orb that shimmered with seven-colored light—and prepared to teach Zi Tong some simple spells.

I tossed the spirit orb into the air, gesturing for Zi Tong to catch it.

Suddenly, it became excited, jumping around the spirit ball instead of trying to catch it. Instead, it kept slapping at it with its paws, causing the spirit ball to tilt and fall to the ground with a "bang," shattering into pieces.

I looked at the shards scattered on the ground, feeling both angry and anxious, my chest heaving violently.

The training equipment I painstakingly prepared has been ruined by this!

I felt a surge of powerlessness wash over me, and the air around me seemed to freeze, making it hard for me to breathe.

"Purple Eyes!" I raised my voice, my tone stern.

It seemed startled by my tone, stopped what it was doing, and tilted its head to look at me. Looking into its innocent eyes, my anger gradually subsided, replaced by a deep sense of helplessness.

I crouched down, looked at it, and softened my tone: "Purple Eyes, why are you disobedient?" It blinked, suddenly stuck out its tongue and licked my hand, and then...

I took a bite!

"Ah!" I cried out in pain...

“Purple Eyes! You…” I stared at it, my heart filled with mixed emotions.

A sharp pain shot through my fingertips, and I jerked my hand back, looking at the faint teeth marks on my fingertips, feeling both angry and aggrieved.

This little guy really is a dog!

I stared at its purple eyes, but it tilted its head innocently, licking its lips with its pink little tongue, as if it wasn't the one that had bitten me just now.

I took a deep breath and tried to suppress the anger in my heart.

No, I can't get angry. Getting angry won't solve anything.

I need to find a way to make it obey.

But what should we do?

I rubbed my aching fingers, looked at the mischievous little guy in front of me, and fell into deep thought.

It broke the training equipment, won't eat the spirit fruit, and can't be coaxed or punished...

I feel completely overwhelmed.

The air around them seemed to freeze, and the tense atmosphere grew increasingly intense.

I knew that everyone's eyes were on me, and they were all waiting to see how I would deal with this disobedient fairy pet.

Perhaps they thought I would punish it severely to teach it a lesson.

But I can't do it.

Looking into its clear, bright eyes, all my anger vanished.

Perhaps it's just not used to the new environment yet, and not used to me as its new owner.

Thinking about this, I suddenly laughed.

I tossed the fragment of the spirit fruit aside, then reached out and gently stroked the soft fur of the purple-eyed creature.

It seemed somewhat surprised, looking at me with a puzzled expression.

"Purple Eyes," I said softly, "shall we play a game?"

I took a colorful ball of yarn out of my storage bag and waved it in front of it.

Its eyes lit up instantly, and it excitedly pounced on it, grabbing the ball of yarn and starting to play with it.

As I watched it having fun, the smile on my face grew wider and wider.

Perhaps this is the first step in getting along with a magical pet.

“Purple Eyes,” I said softly, looking at it, “from now on, we’ll be best partners…” Before I could finish speaking, Purple Eyes suddenly stopped what it was doing, looked up at me with a strange expression…

Its purple eyes sparkled with excitement as it hopped and skipped around, its little paws gripping the ball of yarn tightly.

Sunlight filtered through the treetops, casting dappled shadows on us, and a faint floral fragrance filled the air.

Watching it have so much fun made me feel relaxed too.

Perhaps this is the first step in getting along with a magical pet.

“Purple Eyes,” I said softly, “from now on, we’ll be the best of partners…” Before I could finish speaking, Purple Eyes suddenly stopped what she was doing, looked up at me with a strange look in her eyes.

I was slightly taken aback; there seemed to be a hint of seriousness in its eyes.

I gently stroked its head, feeling its soft fur slide through my palm, and a warm feeling welled up inside me.

It seemed to be touched by my gentleness, slowly approaching me and rubbing its little head against my hand, as if expressing silent trust.

"Purple Eyes, try catching the spirit orb again?" I took out another spare spirit orb and gently tossed it into the air.

This time, Zi Tong didn't pat it casually like before. Instead, she focused on the spirit ball, moved her paw slightly, and successfully caught it.

The joy in my heart was indescribable. I hugged Zitong tightly, feeling its warm body, and my heart was filled with comfort.

However, happy times are always short-lived.

I suddenly remembered that cultivating purple eyes requires a large amount of special resources, which are extremely scarce in the cultivation world.

I silently took out an ancient book that recorded the method of raising immortal pets and carefully read the records inside.

Spirit herbs, spirit stones, special talismans...

Everything about it fills me with sorrow.

I tried looking around, hoping to find some clues, but to no avail.

I visited several herbal medicine shops nearby, and the shop owners all shook their heads, saying that these resources had long been monopolized by major sects and were simply inaccessible to ordinary cultivators.

I returned to my residence with a heavy heart. Purple Eyes seemed to sense my anxiety and nestled obediently beside me, gently patting my hand with its little paws, as if to comfort me.

Looking into its clear eyes, I felt a surge of helplessness.

I know that to cultivate a powerful immortal pet, I must find those scarce resources.

What should I do?

I clenched my fists, my heart filled with unwavering conviction.

Just then, there was a knock on the door. I turned around and looked back, a vague sense of foreboding creeping into my heart.

I took a deep breath and slowly opened the door. Standing outside was a strange man dressed in a black robe. He looked ordinary, but there was an unusual light in his eyes.

"And who are you?" I asked cautiously, my mind racing with alarm bells.

As I closed the door, my heart felt heavy, as if it were filled with lead.

The resources needed to cultivate Zi Tong are so scarce that they are almost monopolized by the major sects.

Is my fate with Zi Tong destined to end because of this cruel reality?

I slumped into a chair, the words in the ancient books that recorded rare herbs, spirit stones, and special talismans now seemed like mocking symbols, deeply stinging my eyes.

The air in the room seemed to freeze, making it hard for me to breathe.

Zitong seemed to sense my low mood. It gently walked to my side, nuzzled my leg with its little head, and made soft whimpering sounds.

As I stroked its soft fur and felt the warmth emanating from it, my heart ached even more.

How I long to give it the best, to make it a powerful immortal pet, to accompany me on my journey through the world of cultivation.

However, reality dealt me ​​a heavy blow, making me feel hopeless about the future, as if I had fallen into an endless darkness.

I hugged Zitong tightly, buried my face in its soft fur, and let my tears fall silently.

I felt a deep sense of powerlessness, as if an invisible hand was tightly gripping my throat, making it impossible for me to breathe.

"Is there really no way out for me?" I asked myself silently, my voice filled with despair.

I closed my eyes, and the innocent and adorable image of Zi Tong appeared before me, causing a pang of pain in my heart.

I can't give up. I must find those scarce resources, for Zi Tong's sake and for my own!

I suddenly opened my eyes, a determined light shining within them.

I opened the ancient book again and carefully studied each page, hoping to find a clue.

Suddenly, a passage caught my attention: "Ancient ruins, rare treasures, fraught with danger, a life-or-death struggle..."

My heart suddenly started racing. Could this be my chance?

"Knock knock knock..." A knock on the door interrupted my thoughts.

I took a deep breath, trying to calm my excitement, and got up to open the door.

Standing outside the door was a man dressed in a blue robe, with a handsome face and an extraordinary demeanor.

He held a long sword in his hand, and a jade pendant hung at his waist, emitting a faint fluctuation of spiritual energy.

“Miss Xiao Yao, I have been entrusted to deliver a gift to you.” He said, handing me an exquisite wooden box.

I took the wooden box with a puzzled look, and slowly opened it. A rich spiritual energy rushed out.

Inside the box lay a spiritual herb radiating seven-colored light, the very "Seven-Colored Resurrection Herb" recorded in ancient texts, the very herb needed to cultivate Purple Eyes!

My heart was pounding, and I stared in disbelief at the magical herb before me, speechless for a moment.

“This…” I looked up at the man in front of me, my mind filled with questions.

He smiled slightly and said, "Don't be surprised, this is just the beginning..."